There is will in the thought, there is none in the dream. The dream, which is completely spontaneous, takes and keeps, even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our mind. Nothing springs more directly and more sincerely from the very bottom of our souls than our unreflected and indefinite aspirations towards the splendours of destiny.

God knows better than we do what we need.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.